The Ripple Effect
by kdibs227cheerleader
Summary: All mutants are outlaws; anyone captured is killed or handed to the government. When two mutant hunters are drawn in, new perspectives are brought to light. But it's hard to focus on handing over the 'enemy' when she's the one you fell in love with.
1. Chapter 1

It wasn't everyday that someone found themselves in a life or death situation. Of course, if you were always running into trouble or just happened to be someone with a giant target on their back, then sure this was the new normal. It was pouring in Joint Town, and the streets were littered with puddles. The tiles from the shops on the road were dripping with the steady water flow from above. There was hardly anyone out, and that was a major relief. People, any sort that wasn't her own, were trouble. And trouble was the very thing Cassie was trying to avoid.

Cassie knew she could pass for normal; her hair wasn't a combination of multiple colors like most city people, but a tan brown. Her eyes were blue, like her mom's, but the only thing that may give her away was the giant scar on her face. It was long and jagged, stretching down from her left cheek bone down to the middle of her chin. People who were fugitives of the state or criminals had their photos posted on town message boards. The government said that anyone who caught these dangerous people would receive a reward.

But _she_ wasn't a criminal or fugitive. No, she hadn't killed anyone or robbed a bank. She was something worse than any of those crimes. It wasn't even one that she could have controlled.

Cassie was a mutant, and that alone was as good as dead. All mutants were feared, hunted down, and stamped out. Of course, no one could truly destroy them all and most were in hiding. Cassie had been up until a few weeks ago. There were only a few mutants in the survivor camp. It wasn't near any town, none of them were, and it had taken over a week to get here.

Most mutants weren't stupid to try a stunt like she was going to. All sense and logic had gone out the window a few weeks back, when there had been a raid. In all of their efforts and planning, they had forgotten the most important rule: don't be seen. Being seen meant that you were either seconds away from being caught or killed. And most people-no _all_ mutants-that were caught were never seen again.

No one knew what happened after that. Some thought that the government simply killed them where no one could see. Maybe they preformed experiments on them; the list could go on and on. No one knew and anyone taken never got a chance to come back and say, "Hey guys, here's what happened."

Either way, whether you were caught or killed the end was simple: your life was over. A mutant had no say at that point, not that they had much to begin with. If you begged they sometimes let you live longer, but then you opened up so many other doors that were just as scary. The government guards (GG) used torture and other forms (the word _rape_ rolled around her head for a moment) to get any useful information out of the captive.

But right now, all Cassie could feel was rage, which was good. It pushed away the fear that was silently coursing through her veins. She owed them all this much. Maybe it was a suicide mission, but even if it was about to end in vain she wasn't about to give up. Those GG's had killed her friends, and she wanted blood to spill on their side as well. What was that old saying? An eye for an eye? Well here she was, ready to take her eye. She couldn't tell which one of those savages killed her friends, since their bodies were completely covered, but any of them would do.

As long as she got a chance at revenge, she was willing to take whatever she could get.

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The coffee shop was incredibly crowded for a Wednesday afternoon. Richard knew he was breaking his normal routine of getting coffee at the office-and he had never been one to stray from routine-but the urge to get some _good_ coffee instead of that office sludge that the other workers called coffee was too good to pass up.

"You ok? Normally you would be talking my ear off right about now," Victor commented from beside him. Richard shrugged and moved his right shoulder back a bit so that a lady balancing a tray of drinks so slid through the crowd easier. He knew that Jump was a small city, but he highly doubted that a place like this could be this busy. Maybe he was just running behind, and after all it was nine o'clock, not six. No one was ever awake at that hour.

"Ya, just thinking," Richard replied. Victor looked at him from the corner of his eye. The sun from the windows was making his metal plates sparkle. A man in back of them accidentally bumped into Vic.

"Oh, sorry sir." He said, adjusting his shoulder bag. Vic smiled at the man, waving his hand.

"No problem man, it's fine." Vic said cheerfully. The man smiled in relief. He probably thought that Vic would be the kind of guy to go on a rampage, just by his size. Vic was at the least six foot five, and the bulky metal frame only added points to the whole tough guy deal.

"I see you went to town on the metal prosthetics." He said absently as he dug around his pockets; he pulled out a worn out leather wallet. He flipped it open and held it up so Vic and Richard could see.

"My son had to have surgery like that three years ago. Bad boating accident. The doctor said that the surgery would be the only thing to save his legs." He explained. The little boy, no older than eight or nine, was smiling in the photo. He was holding up a little league baseball trophy, his metal legs showing due to the shorts he was wearing. He looked happy.

"Car accident." Vic said curtly. The man nodded sympathetically. Thankfully they were next in line and they both focused on the cashier, trying to ignore the sudden awkwardness in the room. It wasn't that Richard was ashamed to be around Vic, it was the opposite really. He liked hanging out with him, and working together, and becoming roommates had only made them better friends. But there weren't that many people with metal prosthetics. Only the ones in horrendous accidents qualified for them, and even then it was risky. Vic was living proof of how risky it was.

He never shared details about his accident, and Richard never pushed. The surgery was intense and the damage was so severe that almost half of Vic's body was covered in metal plates. But that was how people survived; ya, the surgery was a huge chance in itself, but people always came out better.

They got their coffee orders-black for himself and an iced coffee for Vic-and started to walk out towards the door. Richard nudged Vic's arm playfully.

"Hey, cheer up. I bet today's going to go great." Richard said hoping to cheer up his companion.

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Cassie wasn't big on specifics, but she knew that the only way to get GG's to come out was to create a scene. And what better way then going straight to the downtown area. Maybe she could steal something, or smash in a window of a car. Neither of those options passed; she wasn't about to risk going inside a building where she could get trapped, and she didn't have anything strong enough to break a car window.

So, maybe she could just sit back and wait for them to come to her. No, that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her name plastered to every newspaper. She was here to make a statement, a sign. She was a mutant, sure, but dammit she was a person too. And those idiots who said she wasn't one had just killed her friends.

There was a small tailor shop on the corner. It had a long alleyway, full of old crates, that led out to a back parking lot. It wouldn't do much good for a fighting scene, but for a getaway plan it worked. She wedged herself in-between some crates, and prepared to wait. She knew that she had been wandering the streets for a good few hours. The rain had soaked through her coat. She tried to focus on counting her breathes; she passed time with that. After she passed three thousand, she deemed it safe enough to try.

There was copper in the ground, she could feel it. The common feeling of a small power surge was comforting. She didn't know if there was a name for what she did. Cassie just knew that ever since she was little she could bend certain metals. But copper was her best one to work with, and the area of full of it.

Cassie only needed to make a scene and everything else would fall into place. There was someone coming up from the other side of the street. Perfect; the only thing missing was a witness. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She focused on molding the metal, saw it twisting and bending in her head. There was a sharp cracking from her left, where the tailor shop was. She guessed that the building had copper on it too. There was a startled gasp from the bystander.

"What are you-oh my god! She's a freak!" The person was a woman, and one with a very high voice. She took off running, still screaming at the top of her lungs.

_'Come get me, you fools._' Cassie thought as she slithered back into her hiding spot.

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"We got a case." Vic said in a rush as he flung down a file on top of the one Richard was reading. He picked it up and his eyes widened in surprise.

"This…this is from today! We have a fresh case?" Richard exclaimed as he hopped up from his chair. He had to jog a few steps to catch up to his bigger friend, but Vic didn't show any signs of stopping as he pushed the button for the elevator.

"Yes, turns out the girl has some useful stuff." Vic said as the doors dinged open; both boys rushed forward a second later.

"How useful? Did she just get captured?" Richard asked, pressing for details. It had been MONTHS since they had gotten a case…

"Well, that's the funny part. She was out there in the open." Vic explained as the elevator began to descend down into the garage.

"In the _open_?"

"Ya, the GG on report said that she was, I don't know, waiting for them or something."

They got to the garage and hurried to Vic's car, a silver and blue machine, and were speeding out to the main government building before Richard had his seatbelt on. If this person had anything that could be of use to them, this could be big.

"Waiting for them? That seems a little odd, don't you think?" Richard asked after a few moments. Vic nodded as he concentrated on the road.

"Well, we'll get up to speed when we get there, and then we can figure this out. It's not like she' going anywhere." There was a small hint of anger in his voice; Richard didn't have a clue as to it was meant for.

"Ya, I guess we will." Richard said as his voice trailed off.

Outside the clouds began to darken and by the time they had reached the government building it was pouring. Richard didn't know if this was bad weather or an omen.

Author's Note: Ok, this is only the first chapter, and things will pick up in the next one. Also, the other titans (i.e. Rae-Rae, BB, and Star) won't be making their apperance for a few chapters. So for now it's just Rob and Cy. Well read and reivew. Critics are allowed.


	2. Chapter 2

When they finally got to the government building, the two boys quickly made their way to the given floor where the captive was. Each of them was nervous and intrigued; no one ever heard of a mutant willing giving themselves up. Thankfully the story hadn't gotten out to the press. Even as they got closer, they could see that everyone else was picking up on the apparent change in routine. GG's were stationed all around, workers were rushing to obey their bosses' orders, and everyone else was milling about not sure what to do with themselves.

Richard couldn't say that he blamed them for hanging around; he just wished that he and Vic could get their job done without an audience. Vic was silent beside him, probably mentally preparing himself for what they needed to do. Interrogating someone wasn't easy on a normal day and having to question a mutant was more like pulling a tooth.

"What do you think it can do?" Richard asked. Vic glanced at him, and then stared straight ahead again.

"I'm not sure. We'll probably find out right before or when we go in there." Vic answered.

They reached the double glass doors, stamped with the government crest. It was a solid fist, made entirely of iron. The iron fist. When they walked in, Mr. Wilson, the big man in charge, looked up slightly then back down to whatever papers he was looking at.

"Well, you got here just in time," Wilson said in a disapproving tone. Richard didn't back down.

"We're sorry, traffic was horrible." Richard replied. Wilson shook his head.

"I wouldn't care if you were lying in a ditch somewhere; you both get here _on time_. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Richard said emotionless. Beside him, Vic answered the same.

"Good, now go and find out something for me. I want information, boys, and you two are my best shot." Wilson said.

Richard knew a dismissal when he heard one and herded his friend out of the room with him. They made their way down to the interrogation rooms. Only they were more like a prison. They were soundproof, bullet proof, and above all, they rendered the mutants power useless. There were five GG's in front of the door; one of them was nursing a broken nose.

"Stupid little bitch," He said when he saw Vic's questioning stare. "She went fucking ballistic when we brought her in. Oh well, at least we got one off the streets." He turned away from them when a building worker came with more tissues.

"Come on," Vic said quietly, "Let's get this over with."

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Tiny was the first word that popped into Vic's head when he saw her. The mutant was actually a girl, and a petite one at that. She had long tan hair that tumbled down her shoulders. She was restrained, both ankles and wrists bound and strapped to the chair she was sitting in. When they walked in, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Can you tell us your name?" Richard asked. The girl looked at him for a second then rolled her eyes.

"Like I'll tell you anything." Vic had heard this before; so this one had a thick head. Oh well, thankfully Richard had practice with this.

"Oh, you will. Maybe not now or today but you will. Everyone does." Richard said smoothly. The girl stared back at him with unwavering eyes.

"No, I won't because I honestly have nothing to hide."

"Ok, so tell us where they found you. And I would advise you to tell the truth because we know the report that was filed against you." Vic cut in, throwing a glare at Richard. They needed this girl to talk, not shut them down.

"Joint Town."

"Joint Town _what_?" Richard said as he leaned back in his chair. The girl huffed a sigh.

"That's where they found me. Or, rather, where _I_ found them." She said grinning. Vic sat up straighter.

"I'm sorry-where _you_ found _them_?" He asked slowly. "Care to explain that?"

"No." She said through gritted teeth. Richard saw an opportunity to go in for the kill.

"Was it to find someone? A friend or maybe a family member?"

"Fuck off."

Richard smiled. He knew she was hiding something. Now that something was someone. The girl was ridged in her seat. There wasn't much room for movement due to the restraints, but she didn't seem to care. She held her gaze on the two boys in front of her.

"Was it a mutant?" Vic asked while he began to drum his fingers on the metal table top.

"Believe it or not…no. The person wasn't a mutant." She said forcibly. The two boys glanced at each other. This was getting interesting; a mutant that came out of hiding to find someone that wasn't a mutant like themselves.

"So a human then?" Richard asked. She nodded.

"Who was it?" He pressed.

"I don't know."

"If you didn't know, why would you go after them?"

"I didn't know the person, not his name anyway."

"So you know something about this person?"

"Yes."

"But do you know their name?"

"No."

"What do you know about this person?"

"I knew he works for you." She said quietly. Vic stopped his finger movement.

"Wait, you know he works for the government?"

"Yes, I think I've answered this question what, three times now?" She said in a bored tone.

"What's his position?" Richard asked, trying to get back on track.

"He kills people."

The answer was simple and emotionless. Or rather, there were infinite emotions in that statement. Vic could pick up on the distaste, the anger, and the cold raw conviction about this individual.

"So, can you describe him for me?" Vic asked her. The girl's eyes narrowed.

"No, his face was covered up."

"So you went looking for someone you didn't know." Richard wasn't asking anything this time, but he confirmed that this girl was looking for a government official, who had his face covered and killed people…

"Was it a GG? Were you looking for someone who worked as a GG?" Vic asked as the realization dawned on him. The girl looked startled for a moment, and then hardened her face.

"I'm done talking."

"Well, we're not." Richard said frankly; the girl ignored him.

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They kept trying for a few hours, until a GG came in and told them they could come back tomorrow. They visited Wilson before they left, and told him everything they had found out.

"Hm, a GG, huh?" Wilson mussed, "well that's something you don't see everyday. I guess these things are a bit braver than we give them credit for."

"Yes sir." Vic said. Wilson waved them off and they shuffled back to their car. The ride back to the apartment was silent. It was only after they had situated themselves at the kitchen table that they began to talk again.

"Do you get a bad vibe from this?" Vic asked. Richard glanced up from his laptop.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, what reasons does a mutant have for going after a _GG_? It's not a pretty smart move on their part."

"Maybe she had her reasons." Richard said absently as he rolled his mouse around.

"Well, we have to find out, so maybe if we got her files?" Vic asked.

"Her files? Vic, half of the _caught_ mutants aren't on record!" Richard exclaimed.

"Well, we can check can't we?" Vic asked hotly. Richard sighed and shut down his laptop. He stood up and dumped his nearly empty coffee cup in the sink.

"I guess." He said as he leaned against the counter. Vic nodded and looked at the clock on the wall. It was past ten. The darkness outside gave the room a depressed feeling.

"Ok, we'll look tomorrow. Maybe there'll be something in there we can use."

Richard nodded and went off to his room. Probably to brainstorm more questions or tactics. Vic got up and made for his bed.

Maybe Wilson was right. If mutants were supposedly cowards for hiding, then this would be a big story. The mutant who was looking to hit a GG. As he crawled into bed, Vic couldn't help but think that if one was brave enough to pull off a stunt like this, what other things would they try?

Author's Note: Ok, so I tried to get the ball rolling with this one. Things are going to pick up in the next chapter. So R&R.


	3. Chapter 3

The apartment shouldn't have been this quiet. Richard knew most of the sounds; the ticking from the clock above the stove, the thumping of the dryer when it was on, and that annoying clicking sound that came from the overhead fan. He understood that Vic wasn't a loud person, but there were times, that Richard truly wished that his roommate was louder. The time on his bedside clock read 5:43am. They didn't need to be at the office again until noon.

Richard lay awake in bed, straining to hear some sort of sound. But there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He shook his head and pushed back the covers. Fine, he couldn't sleep anymore. That didn't mean he had to waste time by being lazy. He hunted around his drawers for a few minutes trying to find a decent shirt. He selected a deep green one, and then walked over to his closet. He gathered his clothes and made his way towards the bathroom down the hall.

The shower was relaxing and gave him time to think about what they needed to get done today. Maybe if they were lucky the girl would talk to them. But, if yesterday was any indication, she had already said far too much. Richard didn't know much about what happened to mutants after the investigators-like Vic and himself-were through with their questions. If they got anything good, they sent out hunters. Again, people like Vic and himself. Sometimes he wished he didn't have to try and get inside a persons head. But he needed to, and he even though he wasn't super smart, he knew better than to object and say no to his assignment.

He finished with his shower, shaved, got dressed, and then headed over to the kitchen to make coffee. To his surprise, Vic was up, and pounding madly on the keyboard. His face was scrunched in concentration, his fingers hovering above the keys, waiting for inspiration or some sort of enlightenment to strike. Richard stood there for another moment, and then walked over to the small kitchen.

It wasn't anything fancy, just enough so that if they needed to make something here they could. It had a fridge, stove, sink. A full cupboard of retail dishes and cups and glasses. There was a shiny new mixer in the corner, and on the microwave over was a blue bowl full of fruit. Richard pulled out the coffee grinds box out of the pantry and began to full up the coffee pot with water.

"You're up early," Richard said. He pulled the coffee pot away from the faucet; a few stray droplets hit the edge of the sink. It was easy to focus on making his 'breakfast' while Vic was busy doing whatever it was on the computer. He didn't get an answer until the pot was nearly finished brewing.

"What kind of powers does the girl got?" Vic said as he finally tore his face from the screen. Two different bore into him; one human eye with a blue iris, and a red mechanical one. Richard shrugged and got his cup from the other side of the kitchen. He could feel Vic's eyes on him.

"I don't know. I bet the GG's do, but they aren't going to tell us anything that they already know. Maybe if we get her to tell us it'll open up some doors." Richard said while he tried to stifle a yawn.

Vic snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right, 'cus a _mutant_ is going to tell us what _her powers are_. I know you're smart, Dick, but there's now why in hell that that girl is telling us anything more."

Richard poured his coffee and sat down across from his metal friend. The laptop stood up and waiting. He reached for the little sugar packets in the middle of the table. Vic eyed him distastefully.

"You never know. Maybe she'll think that if she tells us more information, she'll get to live longer." He suggested. He hoped Vic took the bait; it was far too early to have an argument like this.

"Dick, she told us she was looking for a GG. I don't think she needs to give us anymore than that. She's practically dead now, anyway."

There was that little note of anger again. Richard didn't know why it was there in the first place, but he figured that until this case was over he would have to deal with it. Maybe Vic would just let whatever it was that was bugging him go. At least, that's what he hoped.

"Well, maybe not. We could get her to sign a deal."

"A deal? Right, 'cus every investigator gives stuff like that out on a whim."

"I'm not saying that it has to be true," Richard explained, "I'm just saying it may be enough to get us the information we need."

"What information? We don't even know what she has to offer!" Vic said, his hand moving towards the mouse again. Richard sighed and moved towards the coffee pot again.

"I know, that's why we need to try this. If anything, we're giving her a few more hours left to live."

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The office was still tense when they arrived back to question the girl. Perhaps now would be the time to get her name, but even a little while of ignorance was welcomed. Yes, he knew what happened when he had done his job, and it made it bearable if he didn't know the names of people he handed over to die. There was two GG's standing in front of the door.

"I'd keep my wits about you, boys," Said the one on the left. His mouth was pressed into a thin line. "She was pretty feisty last night."

"Don't worry, we'll be fine." Vic said to the guard as he headed towards the door. The GG on the right punched a code on the lock panel; the door opened with an automatic click.

The girl was seated in the same chair as yesterday, only this time the restraints were doubled. The bounds on her wrists and ankles were still in place; joining them was on over her shoulders and collarbones, and one across her thighs. Richard could only imagine the fight she put up. Judging by the bruises on her face, she clearly fought back. Weither or not she got in a good swing was a mystery.

"Good morning," Richard said formally as he took a seat opposite of her. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Don't you dare tell me good morning," She hissed, "you try spending a night locked up in this hell hole." Vic turned the chair around so that the back of the chair was against his chest.

"You didn't have to get caught," He said, "you could have just stayed hidden."

"No, there wasn't a point," She said dejectedly. Richard shot a glance at his friend.

"Why not?" Vic pressed.

"I'm not telling you." It wasn't a suggestion; it was a clear, hard statement.

"Yes, you can. Maybe we can ever strike up a deal." Richard suggested.

"No."

"Fine, maybe we can start over. We got off on the wrong yesterday." Vic said apologetically. The girl stared at him, her mouth falling open a little.

"Why? Why the hell should I listen to you?" She demanded.

"Because you could live longer than a few measly hours." Richard said bluntly. "If you give us something we can use it may work in your favor."

"Favor how?" She asked. There was a gleam in her eyes, something sparking. Maybe it was hope or something, but they were at least getting through to the girl.

"You could live. Now, maybe we can get the ball rolling if you tell us your name." Richard said.

"Cassie," She answered after a moment of silence. Vic nodded and began to write on a piece of lined paper.

"Ok, Cassie. Well, I'm Richard and that's Vic." He said using his hand to indicate his friend.

"Ok," Cassie said feebly. Richard tried to ignore the slimy feeling in his gut.

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"I can't believe it." Vic said as he watched Richard flip the channels over and over again. The glow from the TV brightened the room since outside it was pitch black. Richard nodded sagely beside him. They hadn't talked more about the deal, but they had gotten information on Cassie herself.

She was fifteen, with no living family members. She had been in hiding for at least seven years until a GG attack had left all of her friends dead. She could bend metals, copper mostly, but other than that she had nothing more to say.

"Ya, but it worked didn't it?" Richard said as he turned back to the screen. A shrill ringing noise from the phone broke the silence. Vic picked up.

"Yes, this is Victor Stone. Yes, we were questioning the girl this afternoon. Wait, what? Well, ya, we'll be there right away." Vic hung up the phone, and was scrambling for his car keys.

"What's going on?" Richard asked as he moved to keep up with his metal friend.

"It seems like our progress wasn't enough to satisfy Wilson."

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"We need information we can use," Wilson said in a bored tone as he watched the scene. Richard and Vic were standing next to him, watching as three GG's held down Cassie. She was thrashing and screaming, trying to break free. She reminded him of a fly caught in a spider web, trying to untangle itself before the spider could descend on it.

"We got information for you." Vic stated as another scream tore through the air. Wilson shook his head.

"We already know that information. Oh well, it's no matter. We'll just speed things along with this little drug and get what we need now." Wilson said simply. He seemed to be watching the scene with glee.

The GG's had Cassie standing up now. Her eyes were glazed over, her face streaked with tears. Wilson walked forward and stood before her.

"Now, Cassie, you're going to listen to me, aren't you? You know what can happen if you don't right?" Cassie nodded slowly, almost as if she was in a trance.

"Now, tell me. Was there anyone with you when you came into the city?"

"No…there wasn't…anyone…" Cassie said slowly. Wilson nodded with a small sneer on his face.

"Was there anyone with you before you left?"

"N-No." Cassie stuttered. Richard didn't need to know that she was lying. Wilson narrowed his eyes.

"Who was it?"

"No one. There was no one!" Wilson struck her across the face. He picked her up and threw her against the wall. He held her wrists with one hand, her throat with the other.

"You want to know what happens to people who lie to me, Cassie? Well I'll tell you. I kill them. I do unspeakable things to them first though. They don't die quickly, and I make sure that every moment they're alive is filled with pain. Now I'll give you three more tries to tell me the truth."

"Who was with you?"

"No one…there was no one…"

"Such a shame. A pretty girl like you most have been adored sometime or another. Too bad your hair will be lost when I scalp you." Tears were spilling down her face. Wilson was tightening the hold.

"I…please don't…there wasn't anyone…"

"How about your arms? Do you favor those? Perhaps your legs would work better." Wilson mused.

"I…they told me not to! They said not to!" Cassie sobbed. Wilson dropped her, and knelt to stare her in the eyes.

"Who?"

Cassie's eyes were clouded, and Richard realized with a start that the girl from yesterday and this afternoon wouldn't be telling them this if she was in her right mind.

"They…mutants. They're mutants."

"How many?" Wilson pressed. Cassie sobbed louder and Wilson yanked her head back. "How many mutants?" He hissed

"I don't know…there were so many…"

Wilson dropped her; Cassie curled up into a ball and sobbed harder. He turned to Richard and Vic.

"Pack your bags. The second we find out where she came from you're heading out."

"Um, where to sir?" Vic asked uncertainly as he gazed at Cassie's crumpled form.

"To find those mutants. I don't care how many there are. I want them all here. Weither they want to come or not, take them. Dead or alive." Wilson stormed out with the GG's on his heels.

The slamming door sounded like a death sentence, with the raising sound of sobbing as its music.

Author's Note: Ok, now we can start bringing in the other Titans. So, R&R, I love to hear feedback.


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